We all have pain

Part 63

I remember how she was always sad, even though she laughed with her friends, very loud, loud enough for anyone to hear her bellowing laughing which was musical, in a way.

I remember looking into her eyes sometimes, and noticing how they sometimes looked glazed over, as of she was off somewhere in a another world, like dreamland.

But oh god I remember her strawberry lip gloss, the taste of it when she crashed her lips against mine. She said her dad walked away years ago, and now she ran into boys arms looking for love from a man that she never had growing up. I remember how her breath always smelled like cherry cough drops.

I remember when I heard that her mother found her in the bathroom, and how she swallowed a couple dozen painkillers and a bottle of NyQuil, with a slash on each wrist, because she couldn't take it anymore.

I remembered that most of all....